Chapter 650:


    “I enjoy it. What’s it to you?” Brendan repliedzily. “You just focus on finding K.”


    “I can’t find her,” Natasha snapped, one of the few who dared talk back to him. Then she turned to Ashley. “Your grandma’s fine. He was lying.”


    “What…” Ashley froze.


    “That photo? It was edited. He paid someone to make it look real,” Natasha exined, and Brendan didn’t bother stopping her. “Your grandma’s alive and perfectly safe.”


    Panic gripped Ashley.


    Brendan was beyond terrifying.


    The picture had looked so real, not a single w. If she had turned on Freya back there, she would’ve betrayed her all over again.


    She nced at Natasha, though her eyes briefly flicked toward Freya. Freya had kept her promise after all.


    “Is it true?” Ashley asked, eyes darting back to Brendan. “She’s not dead?”


    “In your heart, do you really think I’m the type to kill for no reason?” Brendan poured himself a ss of wine with that infuriating air of sophistication that never quite matched the madness in his eyes.


    She did think that.


    But she’d never say it aloud, so she just muttered.


    Brendan smiled, but it was empty. His gentleness never warmed the air around him—he was a gentleman in appearance, a lunatic underneath. She knew better than to provoke him.


    The memories were carved into her bones, and she was afraid.


    He didn’t call her bluff, sipping his wine slowly.


    Fear kept herpliant.


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    Fear would keep her from trying to escape and ensure she stayed leashed at his side.


    A whileter, Brendan pulled out an iPad.


    When he saw Kristian sitting alone on the beach in nothing but a shirt, something strange stirred in his chest.


    Kristian owed him. And he would pay for it—every bit.


    “Ms. Briggs,” Brendan said, handing the iPad to Freya. “Take a look at your ex-husband. Doesn’t he look pathetic?”


    Freya looked.


    In that bleak setting, Kristian sat on the sand, the sea wind cutting into him like knives. Even from a screen, the cold seeped through. He was stubborn to the end, refusing to believe in her. He didn’t have to be suffering like this.


    “What exactly do you have against him?” Freya asked for the second time.


    “He stole you, the person I loved most. And then he treated you like nothing,” Brendan said smoothly.


    Freya didn’t buy a word of it. “If you hadn’t sent Ashley to him, would this even have happened?”


    “I only told her to test him. How was I supposed to know he’d actually divorce you for her?” Brendan spoke as though narrating a fairytale. “A man like that—should he be dumped in the ocean, or should I cut out his heart?”


    “Whatever happens to him isn’t my concern,” Freya said, her voice steady. “I just want to know when you’ll let me go.”


    “I’ll let you go when he’s dead,” Brendan said without hesitation.


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